My normal days take to the top of the world to spend time with loved ones who have departed our world.
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The cold winds are the bitter sweet of life.
A bon fire of Spruce bows as the smoke drifts into distances I can't reach.
It is at the peak of the mountains where I'm the closest to those I remember.
Their presents is in the sights, sounds and smells.
The best part is watching the sun set behind the mountains as I say so long to good friends,,, till we meet again.
Don